Life is a long and weary battle.

I'm sitting in school, supposed to be studying, but instead I'm hogging a gsr, trying to learn sakura in the shortest time possible, having once hoped to sing it for someone as a christmas present, and still trying even though he won't hear it now. I might not even be able to see him.


Strange. Everytime one of them goes, I have no tears. No distraught. Life goes on. I'm still looking forward to flamenco mock exam later, just signed up for an audition slot for the school play, still blogging... I grieved for a friend, but not for a family that I dearly loved?


I could probably attribute this to some deep psychological explanation, but I'm in no mood for that now. I'm not upset, not angry, I can still smile and laugh and get excited. Yet somehow, I just feel so tired. I don't understand it, and right now, I couldn't be bothered to understand it.


There is an exception though. I still want to sing for him. Even if he won't hear me, I want to sing for him, like I imagined I would have, by his side. Even if he won't know.


I want to say goodbye my way.